2:30 AM

April 6, 2012
By JaneThePoet SILVER, Vineyard Haven, Massachusetts
JaneThePoet SILVER, Vineyard Haven, Massachusetts
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Fingers aching,
I take a bite

The night staff is changing over
Fresh faces glowing under florescent lights

I'm scared of the artificialness of how hope appears
And how memories really are

Life is not known
For it's warm and fuzzy attributes

But if you never let go
You can never hold on

The author's comments:
I wrote this piece at 2:30 AM.

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